◎I’m Waiting to Be Dealt With by Teacher Song◎
In mid-July, Hangbei had already entered the hottest stretch of summer.
The bedroom’s temperature-controlled air conditioner steadily blew out cool air, preventing the people inside from feeling the scorching heat outside.
It was just morning, yet the sun outside blazed as fiercely as noon in spring. Cicadas shrieked through the sky, their noisy buzzing accompanying the morning light and disturbing Song Chan’s sweet dreams.
She sleepily squinted her eyes and looked toward the electronic clock on the bedside table. It was already past nine in the morning.
An arm draped over her body, wrapped around her as if the person feared she might run away, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Last night, Su Yicen had finally wrapped up all his commitments before heading to Paris for filming, allowing him to officially rest for a few days.
Since he’d first tasted the forbidden fruit, this was the first time he’d gone so long without it.
As soon as Su Yicen returned last night, he’d grabbed her and refused to let go, tormenting her until dawn before finally relenting. It felt like her body had been shattered and reassembled, with every bone aching.
Trapped in his embrace, Song Chan couldn’t move, stuck in the same position all night. The arm she was lying on had nearly gone numb.
Song Chan quietly lifted the arm he’d draped over her, wanting to turn over into a more comfortable position.
Her restless movements disturbed the sleeping man.
The arm on her suddenly tightened, hooking around her back and pulling her heavily against that solid chest.
The powerful thumping heartbeat from behind made Song Chan feel as if her own heart was beating right against his.
Pulling her into his arms, Su Yicen exhaled a few lazy words by her ear in his sleepy voice.
“Chanchan’s so restless…”
“Still not tired? Want it even harder?”
He really was an insatiable mad dog!
Of course, Song Chan only dared to curse him silently in her heart.
When she turned her head and met Su Yicen’s slightly opened eyes looking at her, Song Chan immediately shut her mouth wisely.
She had already deeply experienced how formidable his stamina was in that regard. It was smarter not to provoke him if possible.
Her phone ringtone rang just in time, interrupting the man’s stirring intentions.
The little white rabbit he’d caught in his arms broke free and ran off, tossing only a few cold words at him.
“I need to take this call!”
Song Chan wrenched herself free from Su Yicen’s embrace and reached for the phone on the bedside table.
As expected, it was a call from Qian Ya.
“Emergency rescue!”
“Chanchan, the editor wants me to do the Pure White Series PPT for the next issue…”
Hearing that aggrieved, whiny voice in her ear, Song Chan immediately understood what she meant.
She told her, “There’s one already done in the first folder on the C drive of my computer. Just copy it and tweak as needed.”
Qian Ya let out a light hum, a bit embarrassed but not really, before asking.
“Chanchan, do you have one I can just modify a little?”
Song Chan could easily read her little scheme.
She had nothing better to do at home anyway, and making a PPT wasn’t a hassle, so she simply agreed.
“Send me the materials, and I’ll whip one up and send it to you shortly.”
Qian Ya’s grateful voice carried a whiny sob as she couldn’t help but start venting.
“Wahhh, Chanchan, you’re truly my savior!”
“You have no idea how tough it’s been without you around…”
Over this period, Song Chan had seen Qian Ya in this emotionally unhinged state far too many times and was no longer surprised.
After all, she understood—Qian Ya was handling her workload in that position. Who wouldn’t go crazy?
After three minutes of venting, Qian Ya’s exaggerated tone finally returned to normal.
Qian Ya: “Chanchan, aren’t you flying to Paris the day after tomorrow?”
Song Chan: “Yeah, evening flight the day after tomorrow. I’ll arrive by noon the following day.”
Qian Ya: “Then you should start adjusting to the time difference now, or you’ll be wiped out when you land.”
Song Chan glanced at Su Yicen beside her. He had his eyes quietly closed, seemingly asleep.
She lowered her voice meaningfully, teasing herself.
“I’ve been sleeping pretty late lately, so I probably won’t need to…”
Before the words fully faded, Song Chan’s unmoved gaze met the man’s slowly opening eyes.
Her heart jolted hard. She knew he’d heard every bit of the conversation.
Pretending to sleep! Song Chan’s eyes accused him!
Seeing Su Yicen’s nonchalant look only made her angrier.
Not wanting to see him, Song Chan turned her back.
A large hand immediately followed, stroking her shoulder in a placating rub.
But in the next instant, the man grew restless again. His palm slid downward, caressing the marks left from the early morning.
His arm hooked around her waist, yanking her fiercely back into his embrace.
“Mmph—”
Even as Song Chan tried to hold back, a soft gasp still escaped her nose.
Behind her, Su Yicen buried his head in the crook of her neck. His scorching breath sprinkled over her neck and shoulder, itchy and unbearable.
That soft pant wasn’t loud, but Qian Ya caught the anomaly.
“Chanchan, what was that just now?”
Completely forgetting the phone at her ear, the sudden voice from the speaker made Song Chan’s heart skip.
She blurted out a lie. “Just now… my house’s… dog…”
“Suddenly jumped on the bed and bumped me.”
“Hahaha, scared me to death…”
Song Chan tried to cover her embarrassment with laughter, but inside, a thrill like nearly getting caught cheating surged up.
Behind her, Su Yicen’s voice was displeased as he murmured lightly by her ear.
“You said… I’m a dog?”
With that, as if to punish her, he actually started doing some ‘dog’ things.
Su Yicen lowered his head, extended his tongue to lick her earlobe, took it in his mouth, and nibbled lightly…
Only when he teased her to the point that she couldn’t take it anymore and reached back to pinch his thigh hard did he finally restrain himself a bit.
On the other end of the line, Qian Ya felt Song Chan was acting weird today and asked, puzzled.
“When did you get a dog? It isn’t a guy, is it?”
She’d hit the nail on the head by accident.
How could Song Chan admit it? Riding on her anger from being teased,
She stressed, “It’s a real dog.”
The words drilled into Su Yicen’s ears. The strength in his arms tightened punishingly, hugging her even closer as his teeth bit down on the soft cartilage of her ear.
“Hiss— it hurts…”
The sudden sting made Song Chan involuntarily let out a soft hum.
Afraid Qian Ya would notice, she quickly explained.
“The dog just bit me.”
Song Chan knew this call couldn’t go on, or Qian Ya would figure something out.
“Little Ya, my dog’s being too naughty. I’ll go deal with it first. I’ll send the PPT soon—hanging up now…”
Without waiting for Qian Ya’s reply, Song Chan hung up immediately.
The moment the phone hit the bed was also when she settled scores with Su Yicen.
She forcefully shoved away the hand he’d draped over her.
“Su Yicen! What are you trying to do!”
Seeing her angry, the man who’d been scolded gave up all resistance. He spread his arms and lay flat on the bed, looking entirely at her mercy.
“I was wrong. I’m waiting to be dealt with by Teacher Song.”
His deep gaze fell on her, burning hot.
“So, Teacher Song…”
“How do you plan to deal with me?…”